Summary: Your mother would have told you that prayer was the road to redemption. It probably wouldn't have helped, though.
Character: Sasha
Notes: Just before he dies, Sasha/Johann Urb crosses himself, which in turn inspired this story.

Pray for Me

And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.
Anne Boleyn

You're going to die, you tell yourself. You're lucky that you have survived as long as you have. And you know Yuri's tickets are for himself and the children.

"What are you waiting for?" you ask your copilot as he hesitates to leave. He has a family, a woman who loves him, waiting. You had Tamara, but she wasn't really yours, was she? You've stolen from him. Multiple times; money, women…But it didn't matter, did it?

Now the plane lands, stopping just before the cliff. You laugh, crossing yourself. Maybe your sins won't kill you.

The plane lurches forward.

Amen.

A/N: Second story for 2012. Woot.
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